[@Omega Man] Well if the trope is already present, I'll give it another go(Although most are taken already). I just gotta find out what I'm going to do. Re-imagine or just an original. Anything else significant changes about this universe I need to know? EDIT: I completely forgot I originally made a Char for your original JLU, but life took me away from the site for a bit. Here he is with some edits. [hider=The X] [center][h2][b]Ryan Doe[/b][/h2][/center] [center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/eb/a8/37/eba83710009bea2db68a2014de611922--superhero-characters-dc-comic.jpg[/img][/center] [center][i][h3][color=9e0b0f]The Red X[/color][/h3][/i][/center] [color=9e0b0f] [u]Age[/u] [/color] 23 [color=9e0b0f] [u]Personality:[/u][/color] Noble, Hotheaded, Confident, Witty, Ambitious [color=9e0b0f] [u]Archetype:[/u][/color] Mystic [color=9e0b0f]Character Evolution: [/color] Ryan wants to find out how he was inflicted with the curse. Joining the Justice League was a way to hopefully find some one like himself or someone who could help him. Ryan also want a place in the world. He want's what was denied to him from birth. Friends, Family, and maybe a Lover. While he might use uncommon means in delivering Justice, he can still be molded into a 'correct' hero. [center][i][h3][u][color=9e0b0f]Powers[/color][/u][/h3][/i][/center] [center][i][color=9e0b0f]The X [/color][/i][/center] [center] [i]Ryan was born with this curse that he appropriately named [i]The X[/i]. The Power within is activated after a Dark cloud is produced and wraps around his body. His "costume" forms on him and only then can his Powers be unleashed. A curse of Unknown Origin that allows him to paint a Red X that allow him to activate his true power. His suit provides protection from most forms of damage, but will quickly decay to Ash after constant damage. [/i][/center] [i][color=9e0b0f]X Phase[/color][/i] Ryan can use his finger to paint a X and plant up to four of them on surfaces that allow only him to teleport at short ranges to another X that was placed. They only last for a few minutes, but the teleportation is almost instant. After a Teleport, the X that was used fades away, leaving a scorched mark in it's place. [i][color=9e0b0f]The X Effect[/color][/i] X marks the spot... Ryan can paint an X on or over an object control the Weight and speed of the marked or anything standing over the mark. Using it as a trap or a targeted attack that would Slow the fastest car to a snail's pace or making the lightest stone heavy as a whale. The effects can also be applied to himself if needed. [i][color=9e0b0f] X-Wrist Blade and X-shaped shurikens [/color][/i] Produced from his hand, Ryan can call forth these energy Blades from his hands. They burn hot enough to pierce metal. After a certain distance they phase out of existence just as fast as they appeared. They can also be made of the same Material his suit is. Making them inflict blunt damage. [i][color=9e0b0f]Dirty Fighting[/color][/i] Learning to fight from his old Mentor Deathstroke. His fight style can be described as Dirty, quick, and acrobatic. Inflicting as much damage to drop an opponent before they could react. His main tool while being in the Justice league. Using his more Deadly powers when it's only necessary. [center][i][h3][u][color=ed1c24]Weaknesses:[/color][/u][/h3][/i][/center] [color=9e0b0f]Rage:[/color] Ryan has a short temper which can lead to him going into an all out rage. Sometimes it can be a blessing, but more times than not its a curse. Putting him in situations that he eventually would regret. [color=9e0b0f]Holy Entities:[/color] 'Holy Magic' and other Holy devices such as Crosses or Holy Water weaken Ryan. Very similar as Kryptonite is to Super Man. He is not sure what is responsible for this, but he assumes it has something to do with his Power's Origin that he yet understands. [i][u][color=9e0b0f]Appearance:[/color][/u][/i] Ryan is about 69 inches. He has long black hair which he gels back giving him a very 'Greaser' look. His fair skin really highlight his black hair and dark brown eyes. He is a slimmer build, but athletic due to his former training. A unsettling 'X' is deeply scarred over his right eye, painting his Eyebrow and Eyelashes Red. His 'costume' is hard as concrete, but has a slimy sleek texture to it. Similar to how a snake or scales feel. After long periods of damage or if Ryan is exhausted, his armor begins to breakdown to ash. Revealing his state of fatigue. [u][color=9e0b0f]BRIEF Bio:[/color][/u] Born in a Orphanage in Gothem. His [i]unique[/i] appearance was apparent to any parents that would have adopted him. Denying him a loving Family, from parents who wanted a 'Normal' looking child. He lived with the Orphanage until his later Teens, finally running away and living a life of crime in the streets. Around the age fifteen he slowly began to discover his powers, using them for crime whenever he needed the money or breaking the Jaw of a local Mugger. Using his powers quietly to strike fear at any that stood in his way and It wasn't long until he was ruining his own little gang known at the time. Just a minuscule cell of the King Pin, Black Mask. One faithful night, during a bank robbery his group was found by DeathStroke. Who had his own Personal dealings with this specific vault. Ryan was at the wrong place at the right time. Deathstroke slaughtered his group, only keeping Ryan alive after seeing his powers used against him. Slade Wilson offered a partnership with Ryan, a deal he could not refuse. Almost two whole years of training and partnership before they both went their separate ways. Alone he found his purpose. Not to be a criminal, but to be a Hero. To help the city that he was born in. Clean up the streets. Finding that his powers had the strength to do more good, he seeked out Batman, eventually earning his recommendation in the Justice League. Not sure what he would find, but something deep inside him told him this would be the right decision. That and he felt he needed a much needed upgrade from just being a small time Hero branded as a criminal. [u] Sample Post:[/u] The Thugs approached the small hole that quietly melted away the metal that lead into the bank's vault. While normally alarms wold be blaring loud enough to wake up anyone in a mile radius, these weren't the average ski mask wearing criminals. Black Mask has his eye on this vault for some time. The proper planing and calls were made to ensure this heist went flawlessly. Or at least what he thought would be Flawlessly. "[color=f7941d]X, hurry the hell up! This smells like a trap. You should've been out of there already.[/color]" Slade voiced over his encrypted radio. Death Stroke was laying down with his Sniper Rifle just across the street, hidden in a small balcony with full view of the bank. "[color=9e0b0f]Give me a break Slade, didn't I learn from the best?[/color]" Ryan replied, waiting for his pray to approach the trap. The Thugs bearing small arms similar to the Gotham SWAT team, moved in a diamond formation towards the first large room of the Vault. They weren't really thugs, more like professionals from what Ryan could tell. The group kept their Guns trained forward as they approached the secondary Wheel lock that held the treasure. Another charge was planted and quietly detonating, burning through the last bulkhead. Just as the man sized hole was formed, a crumpled piece of paper fell in between the formation of thugs. They quickly pointed their Rifle's flashlights toward the roof, finding nothing. One of them approached the paper, uncrippling it to find the message inside. "X marks the spot". Before the Man could even processes the message, a X shaped Shuriken flew from behind the group, slicing the Thug's hands clean off. Leaving them still wrapped around the paper. While the first target dropped to his knees whaling in pain, The Red X dropped on top of him to quell his pain, knocking him clean out. Before the remaining four Thugs could point their Guns at Ryan, their weapons were all cleaved from their hands, leaving a Red glow where they had were once whole. One ran while the other three tried to engage Ryan, quickly having bones shattered and jaw's no longer attached to their skulls. Ryan let the lone wolf run in fear, instead of chasing him he pulled out an explosive device and tossed it inside the vault. The explosion absolutely destroying anything within. A large fire leaving in their place. A laugh could was heard behind Ryan. A familiar one at that. As the X turned around he was shocked to see who it was. The hidden revealed himself to Ryan. Slowly stepping out of the shadows. It was himself... Ryan woke up over a puddle of his own sweat. Another Nightmare. His past haunting him, again. Before trying to become a Hero rather than a Villain. He did the things he did because of ignorance, not because of Morals. It disturbed him and just thinking about the lives he had taken and the crimes he had committed. Just because. No reason to his action and he had let others influence him to their twisted ideals. It was downright embarrassing. Ryan got off his bed, the springs loudly releasing his weight. The night life of Gotham was in full chorus. The sirens of Ambulances and Cops alike. The late night cab rides ringing up their meters. The hiss of cats and laughs of people drunk stumbling home. He opened the window of his small one room Apartment in Down Town Gotham. Popping his head out the Window and resting on his arms. It was music to his Ears. The city he born in. Grew up in. Hopefully the one he died in. He loved his city, as disgusting as it really was. He didn't always, but trying to change it gave him Pride in it. He closed his eyes taking in the smell of the city air. Then the smell changed suddenly. When he opened his Eyes, he was no longer home. His adrenaline kicked in and his Body submerged in a Black fog. He leapt from the cover and presented his Red Energy Blade from his left Forearm. Ready to strike at anything threatening, but no one was there. After a few Seconds he relaxed, thinking instead of reacting to instinct. His armor began to transform into the same Smog that called upon it. Quickly disappearing and leaving Ryan naked from its protection. It didn't take him long to find where he was. The Justice League HQ. "[color=9e0b0f]You know, you could just call like usual if you guys needed me![/color]" Ryan yelled out. No response was delivered and it hit him he was all alone. He had a room here, just in case he had to stay so he headed over to it. Not finding or hearing a soul, just the air ducts and his footsteps. It was more than creepy, but maybe he would find something left for him in his room. Maybe something serious had happened and he was teleported by another? Or maybe his damn Curse was playing games with him. He just shook it off. He never liked assuming things, it usually left him disappointed. He learned that hard lesson in the Orphanage. With his hands in his Jean's pocket, he stopped in front of the door. Reaching out to open it. [/hider]